The thin and white noodles looked even more outstanding under the contrast of the other colors. After Carpenter Lian took the bowl, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and slurped it into his mouth.
"Slurp, slurp."
The most auspicious way to eat a single noodle was to eat it without biting it. Of course, this required a certain technique.
To make things easier for Carpenter Lian, Yuan Zhou specially modified the width of one noodle, making it only slightly wider than the Dragon Whisker Noodles. Of course, the width of the Dragon Whisker Noodles here referred to the width of the Dragon Whisker Noodles that he made himself.
If it was made by other chefs, the Dragon Whisker Noodles might not even be as thin as one of Yuan Zhou's noodle.
Although it was thin, it was very chewy. When Carpenter Lian ate it, the rich and mellow taste spread in his mouth. The noodles felt soft in his mouth, but when he bit it, he knew that it was very chewy. When he ate the noodles, he could even faintly hear crunching sounds.
The fragrant soup and the chewy and slender noodles were all in Carpenter Lian's stomach in a short while.
"Yuan's culinary skills are really unique. This noodle is really comfortable. Is it because I haven't eaten it for a long time? It seems to be even more delicious than last year. "Carpenter Lian smacked his lips, savoring the aftertaste in his mouth.
One year wasn't a long time for chefs. For chefs and carpenters, technical occupations, it was usually three to five years. However, one year was very long for Yuan Zhou, so it was natural for him to improve.
"It should be because I haven't eaten it for a long time. Since Master doesn't allow me to come over to cook for you during holidays, Master can come over to The Kitchen God to eat during holidays," Yuan Zhou gave another answer.
"We'll see," Carpenter Lian said with a smile.
For the old man, it was a happy occasion for his disciples to be around on his birthday.
"You guys have to continue working hard so that you can take over from me," Carpenter Lian said to Ma Xiao and the others.
Ma Xiao and the other disciples quickly nodded in agreement. In fact, they also knew why their master was so strict with them.
The master led the way, but it was up to the individual to learn. If Carpenter Lian didn't quarrel or scold him, then he wouldn't be able to learn anything.
Next, it was time to snatch food. Although Carpenter Lian was usually very strict with his apprentices, snatching food from the table was not a problem at all. He could even snatch food from his apprentices, as long as he had the ability to eat it.
Of course, if something were to go wrong with the carpentry, he would be prepared to give them a good beating first.
The market was very lively and festive because of the birthday banquet.
Taoxi Road was a little disheartened because of Yuan Zhou's leave. Fortunately, he only treated them to lunch. Some people who didn't have time to come for lunch began to gloat over Yuan Zhou's misfortune and showed off in various ways in the group chat. Those who came for lunch wanted to punch someone through the phone line.
At this time, the atmosphere in Tokyo was somewhat stagnant.
Dominic, who was sitting behind his desk, looked calmly at his nephew cum assistant, Sylvie, who was pacing back and forth in front of him.
On the other hand, Sylvie had been wandering around there for ten minutes, and Dominic had only been watching for ten minutes. Other than feeling a little dizzy, Dominic felt fine.
Sylvie, who was a little impatient at first, was a little speechless when she saw her uncle's expression. She instantly stopped pacing around.
She raised her hand and tidied up her slightly wrinkled suit, returning to the image of an elegant and capable assistant.
"Manager Dominic, I don't know why you're being so stubborn and coming up with such a plan. During the meeting just now, at least one-third of the people objected. You should listen to their opinions." Sylphy was puzzled no matter how hard she thought about it.
Supervisor Dominic wasn't just a small workshop supervisor. He was the supervisor of the Michelin restaurant nomination and review in Asia.
In other words, whether or not a two-star and above Michelin restaurant in Asia was awarded to him was the final decision.
Sylvie didn't think there was any restaurant that was worth the supervisor going to so much trouble to give a star rating. It was ridiculous no matter how she looked at it.
This reminded Sylvie of an ancient Chinese saying, "Don't use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken." This should be what it meant.
Of course, Sylvie didn't know the specific meaning of this saying. It was once said by a Chinese friend of hers.
"Sylvie, do you think so too?" Dominic crossed his arms and sat leisurely on the boss's chair. He was very calm.
"Isn't that the case? I don't think this matter is important enough for you to go there personally." Sylvie still insisted on her opinion.
"Put away your old thoughts. How much do you know about China, Sylvie?" Dominic changed the question.
Sylvie didn't know why her uncle was asking this question. She was stunned for a moment before replying, "China is developing better and better now. We are getting more and more important internationally, and we are participating in many things. It's already an unstoppable trend."
"Since you know all this, you should know how important the Chinese market is to us. It will only get more important as time passes. Don't you think so?" Dominic was still calm.
"That's right. But there's no need for Supervisor Dominic to go there personally just for one restaurant. If the restaurant is famous enough, sending a team of experienced commentators is enough respect," Sylvie said after some thought.
"Take a look at this before you speak," Dominic said meaningfully, passing a document on the table to Sylvie.
To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that this was his nephew, he would have kicked him out for questioning his decision. The French might seem like a gentleman, but he was also meticulous when it came to doing things. Only his nephew was more lenient.
Sylvie was a little confused. She took the document and looked at it. It was about a chef named Yuan Zhou.
Although he wasn't old, the honors he had received were all written in black and white. Yuan Yafeng, the founder of the China Chefs' Alliance, and breaking the individual exhibition record. There wasn't a trace of falsehood in it. He looked like a very impressive person, and the age of 29 was like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart.
Sylvie just turned 29 this year. In the past, he felt that he had relied on his uncle to become the assistant head of the Michelin Food and Beverage Company in Asia at such a young age.
But now, compared to this person named Yuan Zhou, he felt that he had lived in vain.
"What do you think? Shouldn't we pay attention to such a person? Besides, I received news that we once refused to go to Mr. Yuan's restaurant for a star rating three years ago, feeling that his restaurant wasn't good enough."
"But when we went again last year, we were rejected by Mr. Yuan. As a genius chef from China, we were indeed disrespectful to him first. I think it's enough for me to go there as a supervisor to apologize and show my respect," Dominic said straightforwardly.
When he first received the document, he also doubted that he had read it wrongly. He only knew one Chinese chef, Chu, who was famous in France. But this guy named Yuan Zhou was really too exaggerated. He didn't seem like a human at all.
As the saying went, "Chu Xiao came first, and then the heavens. Yuan Zhou is the best chef in France." Chu Xiao was the ceiling of young chefs in France, but Yuan Zhou was actually above Chu Xiao?!
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